“For in your light I dream, as evening takes my hand”
Silently I find my thoughts illumined by your beauty
In soft shimmers of dancing silhouettes
and patterns allowing far away breaths to sigh
Eyes peer into velvet skies,
visions set in motion eternally, find me stranded of this
distance we share, north to south, longing for you
Desperate for but a breeze, a movement of shadow,
a hope of wishes made upon the early arrival
of this crested view
Lonely among the maples, towering soldiers
lined at fielded boundaries, claiming wisdom
as they too reach for your smile
“And I yearn the knowledge of your distant view”
Do you think, do you feel, do you dream of me
from balconies high above hibiscus footpaths,
candle lit in passing moments which flicker, enchant
Drinking from a porcelain cup caressed by your hand,
a touch my body pleads, soft fingers on smooth surroundings,
ripples following moonlight sonatas,
days of spring blooms and whimsical showers,
flooding affections to wash over me,
carry me to you
This moon, suspended in charcoal heavens
upon a beaded blanket of perfect pearls,
beckons our dreams in simultaneous fashion
“Does your heart share this moon tonight, with me”

The Maltese Moon,
she draws my eyes
to shapely orb
in starlit sky
she smiles at me
with wanton grace
and spills desire
upon my face
I'm all awash
in milky glow
sacred secrets
Mine to know...
the Maltese Breeze
he flirts with me
can't let me be
his fingers trace
my rounded face
my hair he twirls
my skirt's a whirl
he has no care
this Maltese Breeze
alone can dare
dishevel me
and set me free
The Maltese Sea
now beckons me
wets my desire
in moon glow fire
that rides the waves
as my heart craves
His liquid arms
and all his charms
This Maltese Sea
so vast so free
is calling me
is calling me....
I close my eyes
as Maltese Air
caresses my lips
in great fanfare
I breath him in
in sheer delight
invigorated
by his might
I pause a while
my life on hold..
my heart, it beats
so brave, so bold
The others, they just
walk on by
and yet I wait
alone, I sigh
Awash in light
of Maltese Moon
the Maltese Breeze
just simply croons
and Maltese Sea
he, murmurs sweet
and I am lost
In Maltese treat
The magic starts to fade away
I start to walk, I cannot stay
They've called me from my reverie
I rush to catch up with the three
but turn for one more blessed glance
at Maltese Moonbeam's fond romance
There's more to me than what they know
more passion than what I can show
The Maltese Moon, she smiles at me
For we have shared sweet ecstasy
Eileen Manassian

There's a chilly air where it used to shine
There's a misty breeze through the purple vine.
In a fading summer tick-tock sounds
move backwards marking every hour
Darkness falls down slowly upon each longer night
Stealing beewax gold of sunset's soft -glow light.
Against total eclipse, Foliage silhouettes make their return back
Bringing to his arms a Lunar death ... Her death.
Along empty walks, earthy drops drizzle regret
Regret with every footstep and heavy inward breath
Regret... Drops Thunder... Thunder and death
Death ! Dead ! Gone .. Gone....
Or does She live in his forevermore
Is that her reflection mirroring affection
Is it her hidden face that glistens in the lake
Is that the crescent moon that once showed him the way
A way to feel to feel again what it is like to dance and sway
Sway to lilting music nobody else could hear
to flow adrift in silent pause ,knowing She' s still there.
Knowing she is with him hovering in dreams,
beaming radiant shadows all over his cheeks
Believing She'll get closer without owning his lips
Because their bond was deeper than just a simple kiss.

Starry square seizes midnight thoughts.
I am not now, nor have I ever been
her last shore. Unsheltered
from winds and waves—eroded, tired
I walk barefoot on shards of broken
sunsets—one lost moment at a time.
Cold coal-black window with stars,
I can hear the murmur of sea shells
from distant islands—but it's not enough,
their lapping won't grow louder.
Matryoshka doll with all those versions of
her in her. White-chalk promises
written on lips—red bricks walls—
untouched by the brevity of candles that
burned at both ends. An urge long lost.
She's not now, nor has she ever been
mine. Unmitigated,
I force myself not to look back, to
forget. But I see the moon
—I think it's her— and
this night's no longer true.
8/26/2016
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I Death Wood
My skeleton, the trembling tree,
hit by the axes of ambulances
due to the decay of disease.
My muscles languish as wilted leaves.
My organs are rotting red apples.
My soul is the searing wind, while
my thoughts tick like termites.
The ivy of MS illness wraps with
waste around my twisted trunk.
Suddenly, spiders of suicide
descend onto my branches.
They crawl across my broken bark,
crackling my rustic eyesight.
The sun, a golden unicorn, gone
into the forest of healthy laughter.
My wilted wood wanes in a cloud coma
with no moon, stars or watercolor sky.
Where are my wildflowers?
Where is my green gleam?
I wait and wish for black lighting.
II Birth Wood
My family, the fog where most
float in the underworld as veiled
ghosts along the grassy grounds.
My thirsty roots reach for them
like wild hands hungry in ebony soil.
Sometimes their memory perfumes
and pollinates my heart with prayers.
My friends are a flock of birds that
become singing bracelets upon my bark.
Their feathers grace me like silk hope.
Their beaks devour the suicide spiders
on my weak wood, and their cheerful
songs encourage me to bloom once again.
Full moon flashes as a white wizard,
wearing a cloak of competitive clouds,
while moody night smolders as his black hat.
Spirals of opal light make my bark bright.
Spirit moonbeams weave within my wood,
healing hollow shadows, and allowing me to
taste the monthly midnight milk of magic.
III Rain Wood
Spring steams with saturating rainfall,
sealing my splinters, washing away webs,
and the dirt of daily depression.
My sap slides like a slow moving sea.
My tree bends and bows in all
directions, sprouting with joy.
Jade fire erupts along my branches.
Raindrops beat like crystal hearts
upon my boughs and my blossoms.
These clear spheres of nature inspire
rebirth and germination of all life.
My apples sing as flutes, my leaves
clap hands, and my trunk plays harp.
My lover, the lone eagle, appears and flaps
his feathered wings upon my wooden nest.
Our love is best lived in traveling weather.
My limbs taste the last drops of dissipating dew
as the crocheting clouds release final rivers.
Deer court in the fermenting forest,
while golden unicorn grazes upon me.
February 7th 2008
Sponsor: A Poet Destroyer
Contest: 100 in a ROW contest--3

i asked you once if you'd like to dance
you were seventeen with braces and gangly limbs
me a year older with a zit on my nose the size of everest
you took my hand that night and we danced to stairway to heaven
i stepped on your toes about two-thirds through, but you never let on
and we danced...
our wedding day was surreal
the band was lousy, the cake bone dry
your mother kept giving me that smirk
it's the same one i got the first time i met your parents
but when i took your hand for the first dance all i could see was you
and we danced...
we tried for years to have children
dreams fade when the universe seems to be against you
we celebrated our twenty-fifth on a luxury cruise
we partied like it was nineteen ninety-nine
the band played our favorite song
and we danced...
old and gray and you've gone away
the wind still whispers your name
i avoid the places we used to go, it's too much
loneliness is the greatest curse of all, death on two legs
but at night i gaze at the moon and i swear i see us there, arm in arm
and we dance...

I do not love you like the crescent moon
majestically erupting into a star filled night
nor do I love you like the pearl painted swan
gliding effortlessly across a pristine pond
Fear not for I do most certainly love you -
But my love is more like a cool crisp apple
one succulent bite bringing sustenance to life
My love lives in our fresh laundered linens
dried in the comforting winds blowing off the sea
My love is here
My love is now
It is in everything I touch
It is in everything I Do
I may not love you like the luster melting hearts
glistening off a ten carat diamond ring
but you can be sure my love lives daily
in my every breath and my every dream

Looking divine a picture goddess
jewels crowning gems sparkling magic
shining beautiful moon princess dazzling light
At a regal glance priceless cut, shines out diamond
silver ivory full face over and back
we dance into the milky way to paradise
In silver shadows we kiss holding sweetly our love
our souls sparkle together amazing dreams shine
this picture forever lives in the mind one treasure
Most adoring of all queens gracious
sweetheart I pray soon one day we will always
be together all I ever want to do deeply
Is make you smile embraced with happiness
its dark here alone shining in all dreams
Light of a thousand stars halo shine around you babe
Silken ribbons whisper tenderly soft
in every thought a warm breeze sails
Silently this boat to you on golden waves
Only if you wish darling
one in a thousand dreams that come true
you're the sweet night in gale singing inside always now in your tune

ELEMENTAL DESIGN
Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy
An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus
A universal age of prosperity
Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.
The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink
The edge, a precipice.
Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
Reality?
A holographic projection
Radioactive expansion
A gravitational trajectory
Inertia
Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.
The end.
(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14

Open the gate and step into the night's adventure
A golden full moon hovering in world of his own
The moonlight is magical
Night darkness under the moon dew glistens
Where the diamonds - the emeralds and
the jewels shine among all the golden
Golden light envelops water pearl luster
in a bed of cotton
As the waves swell
in the ocean
Carefully the wind plays
over the harp
Interaction with the moonlight
and the dream that is my own
30.03.2014
A-L Andresen :)

A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream
Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens Hell's gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts
Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light
Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls
Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams
from everywhere and nowhere
Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind
Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye
Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries
Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning Hell fires
or cold earthworms await
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler

The amber light, through window glass
like time itself, shines much the same
Some things change, but some remain
Tonight's full moon still knows her name
Her silken hair, her porcelain neck
a strand of pearls, a diamond clasp
I find them now, within my grasp
They bask within the timeless past
With envy now, the night is awed
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs, which, one by one
are miracles, with moons, within
I hold the pearls within my palm
and think of old Glenn Miller songs
and mother dancing long ago
She wore them like another skin
back, long before my life began
A grain of sand, then pearls become
A part of her, .... a part of me
So fragile, weak the thread is bare
as if the sun might gaze too long
a tarried glaze, the string would fray
and pearls would fall and roll away
Perhaps such things meant to be
Each miracle, has just a while
Glenn Miller songs have come and gone
I'll put away the pearls for now
so moon can own the night again
_2013___________________________________________
A 1st in PD's Contest: 101 In A Row ...Contest Finalized 7/23/16....
Resubmitted For Laura Loo's Contest: Any First Place Poem
To hear Glenn Miller's rendition of "String of Pearls" click on the following youtube site:...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY4gUhFVNfE

Fly me to the moon - to build a new home
to be closer to God, peace and tranquillity
Endeavour to build a sanctuary full of love
where stardust illuminates the way home
No pollution in every breath you take
just clean air in an hygienic environment
A new age kingdom free from all hate
no colour, no boundaries nor nationality
Smiles are the currency - all is free
living together as one in harmonic unity
Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters come
refugees, homeless, poverty stricken come
The door is open to those who want to escape
from the human egos killing planet Earth
IF YOU WERE RICH, WHERE WOULD YOU LIVE AND WHY?
Poetry Contest by Mystic Rose
13 November 2105

Oh moon, with your many moods,
your beauty woos me, as you
wax and wane majestic.
Your mesmerizing call awakens
my heart, as you carry me away
like the tides that ebb and flow
along your shimmery pathways.
Where you go, I will follow,
guided by a spirit of wanderlust
to distant lands and seas,
navigating by the stars alone.
For I am captivated by your beauty
as I hear your siren song calling
an enchanting, haunting melody
too powerful to resist.
My heart is moonstruck
away I go, adrift and wandering
until I meet you face to face
forever I will roam.
Written on 5/3/2015

The moon's bow beckons to me,
wind's frosty fingers
entwining mine,
and I lay myself on the balcony's ledge
immersing, losing myself
under that inky blanket sea
the clouds rolling past, so fast,
skimming like waves veiling moonlight,
then letting it peek through
like a shy bride
beautiful, so beautiful
a gentle glow of soul
a silent lullaby that rocks me
If only for a moment
I keep my cradle of tears at bay,
as I let the moon do the weeping for me.
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Debussy's Clair de Lune
now mingles in my mind like soft smoke
and tears come streaming...
Tired, so tired am I.
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Touching fingers off
deep fire melting tips
sweetly burning brushes
inside warmly walls
Within four chambers
echoes whispering silently
softly desires warm when skipping a beat
Oh you talk the words
of the sweetest golden honey
intoxicating mead
The drunken spirit dancing
swoons just in thoughts alone
In what you said darling
I blame you smiling
you're a regal beauty
Whom I will kiss
hovering gently over your fingertips
softly holding one's vision
A flame left under the silver moon
dancing with you're shadow of my soul
one firefly beaming beautiful
In the night sky a light from you
shines in each passing new moon
takes a step closer
just to know all the right words to say darling
I'll kiss you till you're calm and then you would be mine..
or maybe i'll wait for the star
to shine upon that beautiful day

I will sit on the porch, with the August moon
The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon
... softly humming to make me smile *
In soothing rhythm, all the while
while shadowed moonlight knows our tune
A lonely owl, and then a lark,
calls out to me, within the dark
Starlight glistens, this peaceful night,
while the moon and I, together, listen *
How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze
The falling leaves around me curl,
to fall asleep beneath the trees
I'll make a wish, and close my eyes
and drink the splendid moonlit night
I will sit with the moon for awhile....
while keeping me company, with its gentle light....
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Tears rolling down the cheeks
mournfully sighs
falling in a deep lingering thought
Whispering inside silently
I lay a sheepskin rug of purest white
upon the ground for you
love me not ,want me not
cause your heart I don't deserve
The dripping honey from your moon
cannot preserve the smile
behind my pale pearled tears
If I could reach up
grabbing the moon smiling
confetti stars sprinkling them
all over you sweetly
If only by magic
Nor the diamond dust
from your confetti stars
can bring a twinkle to these eyes
These eyes were baptised
with too many holy lies
to ever be disguised
A soulful howl
yearning salted lips
cherishing you babe
within every single teardrop
that falls in your honor
enchanting rising waves kissing
each curl embracing fragrant beauty
I'd rather let my spirit free
to roam in fabled wonders
that always end ' let not love be'
I'd rather gaze in a nocturnal sky
with no one holding me
Cause I have loved with all I am and be
To be betrayed,to be deceived
to be the clown of gaia's destiny
and now not you or any other,no one my dear
No one will set me free
written by Liam and Charmaine

THE MAN WHO DREAMED HIS LIFE AWAY
When I was young the Moon was lifted
Hung with tacks and thread
On a mystical ceiling of dreams
She in her skyward place I in my bed
We lay so tightly wed we two sure lovers
That all my years flew round passed us by
While from out our eyes some angels gathered dust
At length proud man at work by day by night
His busy light in flood on tissue walls
Tried describe to she and me a smoking glory in steel
And a prophet raved – “Hear! Heed!
Faith is the one checkered King
On this fantasian board a playing.”
But I like my Moon bearing such pale light
Long dead a mere reflection of life
Was old and could not rise

Where the shadows grow dark and morph
into queer shapes, leaving scattered leftovers
of illuminated pannels...
Where the trees emerge sublime in black,
dwarfing the path that dares zigzag
under their branches...
Where the distant city lights are seen as they
dwindle and dance
with a sound unheard...
Where the ethereal, dotted sky delivers
a shy sphere
of cold white light...
There I stroll in ineffable bliss.

Co-authored by: Teddy Kimathi
Sometimes I find bliss
lying on a carpet of grass,
and gazing at the moon -
wondering whether it knows
that stars surround it every time;
wondering whether it knows some
people have worshiped it for eons
until now;
wondering whether it knows I'm
staring at it......
Entrapped by beauty
enslaved to everlasting solitude
ages come and go
the peace of time remains; to the
--desolate surface of the barren night
wondering whether it knows,
I'm mesmerized by its natural state
with Solace to the open mind
my spirit that of a recluse
Wondering whether it knows
the silent open sky is the enigma
emerging from beyond, finding bliss,
wondering whether it knows I'm
captivated.....
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Solitude soothes
on this cool autumn evening
along a drowsy lake
just you and me
and the moon,
watching ripples
upon the water
playfully reflect the
wonders of a night sky
A pine tree canopy
allows twinkling stars
to peek quietly
between a mosaic
of wind woven branches,
as soft breezes
whisper nature’s
love songs gently
upon our skin
We sit amidst this
tranquil serenity,
gazing into each other’s eyes,
feeling our hearts beat
in harmonic rhythm
with graceful mesmeric
waves kissing the shore,
falling in love
all over again…
just you and me
and the moon

I am the loner, the rebel
never the leader, I go my own way.
Never trying to run with the pack,
but ahead of them.
I never go where they go,
or do what they do.
Surviving amongst the solitude
of dense forests and misty fogs.
Living for the moonlit midnight hours.
Running wild and free
with the wind in my hair
and the moon
reflecting in my golden eyes.
My kind is close to extinction.
Only a few others remain
who are trustworthy,
only to them do I remain loyal.
I am unforgiving to those
who would dare to cross my path.
I am never afraid
to speak out into darkness.
My wail fills the night air,
a lone cry
not of sadness, or loneliness,
but of freedom,
to go my own way
and be a loner.
For Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Personify Any Animal Of Your Choosing"

The sun says goodbye
as it dips slowly below the horizon,
and dusk settles in for the night.
Heaven's mood ring
changes constantly,
from pink to orange
then to a faded yellow.
My mood lightening, the sky darkening.
Shades of lavender to dark blue,
then to a faded black.
As twilight takes over the sky,
my favorite time approaches
when my eyes can fill with wonder,
as one by one,
the stars turn on their lights
and twinkle just to say hello.
They've all seen my face before.
Then the moon, my old friend,
rises to meet me right on time.
Heaven's mood ring
fades to black,
only until the dawn
when it will change again.
The sky lightening, my mood darkening.
March, 22nd, 2014
Nette Onclaud's contest - "A Night Sky"